Turbulance. I lost my control. I wanted to be weighed down forever. I was alright with the burn. I was alright with the morning coming too soon. I was alright with it all. I didn't care that I had no time. I didn't care that everything just evaporated. I didn't care that there was nothing else anymore. I was completely, and utterly alright with every inch of the inconsistence. I was completely, and utterly alright with the incoherence. I was alright with the limits, and the escape plans. I was alright with the star filled skies, and the seemingly twisted turnpike. I didn't care that the end was always up ahead, or that it was always.. always right behind as well. I didn't care that the sun went down just as I got up. It didn't matter. It never fucking mattered. I chased it. I chased it because, I knew what I was chasing. It might've been bad. But I was alright with it. 

I was alright with falling in love.